The Ice Empress didn't wait for him to finish. She flashed him a mischievous smile.
She suddenly reached out with both hands, cupped Lan's head, and gently pressed it down.
Then she rose onto the tips of her jade feet, clad in delicate embroidered shoes.
A soft, cool touch landed on Lan's forehead.
After kissing him, the Ice Empress quickly drew back and playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
"Bleh!"
Then, like a merry lark, she turned and skipped away, her skirt tracing a graceful arc through the air.
Lan was left standing alone on the bridge.
He raised a hand to touch his forehead. It seemed the coolness of the Ice Empress's lips still lingered there, along with... a hint of sweetness.
Lan shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth lifted despite himself.
That Aunt Bing.
She really was just like a little kid.
Meanwhile.
In distant Spirit City.
The grand Worship Hall was utterly silent.
This was one of the most sacred places in all of Spirit Hall, even across the entire continent.
At the center of the hall stood a Six-Winged Angel statue, dozens of meters tall. Cast entirely from pure gold, its six magnificent wings spread behind it, lifelike and vivid.
A soft yet imposing golden radiance flowed across the statue's surface, illuminating the entire hall in splendid gold.
An old man dressed in a dark golden robe knelt before the statue, bowing reverently with both knees on the floor.
He was Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrated Elder, the level-99 Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu.
His eyes were closed and his hands clasped together. Holy Soul Power rippled around him, as though he were communicating with the statue in some mysterious way.
After a long while.
"Bzzz—"
The Angel God Statue suddenly gave